If not raging, the debate about the appropriateness of Women’s History Month has certainly moved beyond a simmer. It is mostly true that we finally take for granted the equality of women’s achievements to those of men. Still, today’s poet, Ilyse Kusnetz, reminds us of the nameless women who have not yet been fully acknowledged by history—a place where memory is due. We welcome Ilyse back with thanks for this powerful work.

laced with mercury. He built the Great Walland unified China, then outlawed and burned

treatises on history, art, politics,and all religions not sanctioned by the state.

Scholars who dared possess such things,he buried alive. His body lies

in a vast mausoleum, guardedby a terracotta army.

Of the factory girls, mouths openingsoundlessly below earth,

their bodies burning like forbidden books,we know almost nothing.

“Match Girls” appeared previously in “Rattle” and is published here with permission of the poet.

To learn about the remarkable Dr. Alice Hamilton, who pioneered investigations into America’s “poisonous occupations” a century ago, click here.

Ilyse Kusnetz received her M.A. in Creative Writing from Syracuse University, and her Ph.D. in Contemporary Feminist and Postcolonial British Literature from the University of Edinburgh. She has poetry published in Crab Orchard Review, the Cincinnati Review, Crazyhorse, Stone Canoe, Rattle, Poet Lore, the Atlanta Review, Artful Dodge, Kestrel, Barely South, MiPOesias, and Connotation Press: an Online Artifact, and she is the author of a chapbook, The Gravity of Falling (La Vita Poetica Press, 2006). She teaches at Valencia College.

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